On chilomoni hill lives a creature,
Who she is i dont know,
I will go and court her for her good features,
And she must answer me yes or no!
There is warmth in her eyes,
A kind of glow that lits up her whole face,
An angel sent from up above the skies,
The one whom i want to make my night nurse.
So tender like a rose budding and blossoming in my arms,
And if ever she will hold of in her palms.
I will be lost in a land so far,
Take me for your husband.
And my hair will turn grey with you,
Breath in me the strength to stand.
And the love i shall give will always be true!
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